1Leaving off where I left...off, wow that doesn't make sense but here's chapter SEVEN!
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"What are you doing with Lily's necklace?" asked James harshly. Peter, being his stupid self, try fruitlessly to hide it behind his back. Remus ran across the room and snatched it out of the whimpering boy's hands.
"Peter," he started hesitantly, "What's going on?" he asked suspiciously. Peter fumbled with his words, trying to think of a plausible excuse.
"I—well, I—um...—Okay! I give up!" he yelled raising his hands over his head. The other three boys' eyebrows shot up. "I'm stealing it for my girlfriend!" He hung his head shamefully. James, Remus, and Sirius looked at each other for a split-second then burst out laughing.
"G–good one Wormy." Sirius could barely enunciate his words, he was laughing so hard. Snorts issued from Remus.
"Honestly, Wormtail," started James, wiping tears from his eyes. "You're going to have to come up with something better then that. I mean, who would ever want to go out with you?" He laughed even harder then before. Peter was positively shocked and fuming.
"Beauty and Pretty would!" His eyes widened after he said this and he clamped his hands over his quivering mouth. The rest of the marauders looked at him quizzically.
"Who?" sputtered Sirius. He raised an eyebrow, amused. "There's nobody named beauty and pretty here."
"Just leave me alone!" shouted Peter, and he darted up the boys staircase. Remus turned to James.
"Don't the Marauder Codes say that if one of us is SURELY lying, that we can give him Veritaserum?"
"I think they do, Moony old pal. Shall we go for a snoop around Slughorn's personal stock?"
(Did I ever say who their Potions teacher was? Oh well, its Slughorn now.)
"I think we shall."
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"Da dum...da dum...da dum da dum da dum da dum da daaaaaaaaa...dadadadadum. Da—ow!"
(That's the song from pink panther in you didn't know)
"Sirius, you're making this a tad bit more difficult with your little inconspicuous music."
"Sorry."
"James, this is the way to Charms! We have to go down that staircase—"
"No, James, we have to go through that corridor and then—"
"No, that corridor leads to Transfiguration—!"
"GUYS! I've been here for seven bloody years; I think I know the ways to the dungeons! And its THIS way."
That entire conversation was supposedly done in a whisper, seeing as the three boys were under James' invisibility cloak and were sneaking through the school at one o'clock in the morning trying to steal a solution of veritaserum to give to Peter so he would tell the truth about why he was stealing Lily's necklace when nobody was around.
Anywho, they crept down a few more flights of stairs and empty hallways, inconspicuous whispers seeming to follow them the whole way. Finally, when they reached the dungeons, James slipped out from under the invisibility cloak and tip-toed to Slughorn personal stock room. The door creaked slightly as he opened it but the audible snores issuing from Slughorn's bedroom gave James the courage to continue on. He read about fifty label's before finding it; it looked to be just small bottle of water but James knew that swirling around in that innocent looking mixture was a shortcut to knowing things you really shouldn't. He snatched it up, uncorked it, and poured three drops into a bottle he had brought from his potions supplies. He stashed it in his pocket, returned the original bottle back to its place, and ventured back into the dungeons classroom.
"Sirius–Remus..." he whispered. He felt around with his hands. A voice behind him made his skin crawl.
"Why hello Potter."
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"Oh how I've awaited this day..." said Diggory his wand pointed directly at James's throat.
(GWAHA! Tis Diggory the sore loser!)
"What are the odds that on the one night I decided to take a short midnight stroll I happen to bump into the lovely EX-boyfriend of my current girlfriend?" James replied with a smirk.
"'current' shall be the key term there I think..."
"What are you going to do? Hex me till I say 'uncle'? Or perhaps kill me? Neither likely." said James, pretending to act cocky while putting his hands behind his back when actually his fingers just closed around the tip of his wand in his back pocket.
"Aww..." Amos cooed. "Of course arrogant, conceited Potter would never think anybody would ever try to harm perfect head boy..." Amos started to circle around James; James followed suit.
"That's where you're wrong..." he said softly, he legs crossing over each other as he walked but stayed facing Diggory.
"Wrong?...I think not." Amos replied just as soft. James' eyes narrowed.
"You don't deserve Lily..."
"And you think you do?"
"Yes I do, as a matter of fact!" he whipped out his wand and performed a powerful shield charm just as Diggory fired a hex at him. The hex bounced off his shield and hit the ceiling with an audible BANG. He ducked another hex and dashed out the door. The snores coming from Slughorn's door had ceased when he yelled and he knew Slughorn would be out within seconds; his only hope was that the potions teacher would catch Diggory.
He ran like the Dickens down the corridor when he heard a sort of half-whisper half-yell.
"James! Under here!" he saw legs appear and ducked under his invisibility cloak, colliding with his friends but not knocking them off their feet.
"Bloody Merlin James, what's going on in there!" asked Sirius.
"Where on earth were you!" James ignored Sirius question.
"Sirius was going to visit the kitchens but I stopped him when I heard someone's voice. Let's go." said Remus, trying to usher the two glaring boys back towards Gryffindor Tower. They reluctantly started into a jog.
"Do you always have to think about food?" James couldn't help but ask. Sirius was about to reply a nasty retort when Remus said, with finality,
"Both of you, drop it! We'll discuss this with Lily and the girls tomorrow."
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There. I know this chapter was a bit short but hey, feel grateful I didn't stop at the first mention of Diggory like I was going to.
Review please! And don't waste your flames; like I say, I'll use them to make my smores.
Denierure